the Perspective

Don’t saw hijjab as a bridled
It’s they are clothes protected mother and our little girls
From the eyes of satan sees prowling in the street

Take of your turban and don’t stand behind Hadith
if accompanied with passion, Polygamy

Imagining the glory of Babylonia?
It’s become fatamorgana

Fat Caliph closed his ears with treasure
His eyes entertainment by beautiful girls
Greedy, happy smile think of his eternity life
Mean while his people skinny, poor and hunger down the street

Who’s said we needed Caliph?
To united us go back to the glory?
We are caliph for our self

Like a son continue his father dream
He might be pass away
but we are supposed to be continue his dream
his duty can’t be stopped

Don’t equalized us with violence
He never started it with a sword
But we will never remain silent about every each span Palestine land
and our brothers blood

Don’t dream to take the glory back spread out reach Andalusia
If mosque empty abandon by followers

a Thought cross on mind what if we can not defend Palestine land and there is no Ababil birds to protect Mecca? Just destroyed?

Don’t be sad the most important thing is not what’s have seen
But what is hold on inside our heart

coz Life is temporary